Page 31 of Prince She Shouldn't Crave
And wasn’t that what tonight was all about?
He dropped his mouth to Lena’s nipple again. ‘Let’s try one finger.’
He teased her flesh with his tongue as he teased her entrance with his hand. She lifted her hips to match his rhythm. He had no doubt she ached for him to be inside her, so he slid one finger knuckle deep. She was so soft, hot, wet. Lena let out a sob. Gabe lifted his head to check on her but she lay there, eyes shut. Head arched back. A look of pained ecstasy on her face as he slid his finger in and out.
‘Let’s try two,’ he murmured, and she moaned as he slid in another finger to join the first. Setting a steady rhythm. Working her tight flesh as he watched her lose herself to his touch.
He trembled with need like some teenager, yet refused to break his focus on her. The way a flush rose on her chest, up her neck, to her cheeks. The way her breath came in little pants. The flutter of her body on his fingers telling him she was close. Giving her time to adjust till he tipped her over the edge.
‘There’s a spot inside,’ he said. His voice rough and unrecognisable to his own ears. ‘You are going to enjoy this. Just feel, Lena. Nothing else but my hands and lips. Let yourself go.’
He curled his fingers forwards, found where he promised he would. Her eyes flew open but he wasn’t sure she saw anything, the way her gaze was far away. Lost in her pleasure. He’d bring her back to him soon but, for now, he wanted to give her this. Pure bliss and nothing else.
He dropped his mouth to Lena’s breast again.
‘Feelwhat I’m doing to you.’
Then he captured her nipple in his mouth. Began teasing her clitoris with his thumb, his fingers deep, stroking inside. She arched her back. Stiffened. Stilled. He didn’t change rhythm asLena let out a high-pitched wail and broke around him. Her body convulsing with wave after wave of pleasure.
He continued, slowing as she began to sob. When her body relaxed, went limp, he took her gently in his arms and cradled her as she wept on his chest. Relishing the satisfaction of her first orgasm at the hands of another.
Of ruining her for ever.
Pleasure flooded over her like she’d never experienced. Lena felt broken, remade as she sobbed into Gabe’s chest. He murmured gentle words that made little sense to her overwrought brain, other than recognising the tone. Gentle. Encouraging. Praising. The soft sentiments echoed by his hands on her skin. Soothing her. She’d never experienced anything like this. Didn’t know how to process it. It had eclipsed anything she had ever known. She’d been mindless with it. Consciousness compressed to nothing but sensation.
‘Okay?’ Gabe murmured. She wanted to laugh. Just okay? This moment had changed her at an almost cellular level. A complete reconfiguration of who she’d understood herself to be. Lena wiped at her eyes. How must she appear now? Make-up a mess. Wrecked.
‘I can’t explain…’
He gave her a gentle smile. ‘You don’t need to. I understand.’
She didn’t think he could.
Gabe kissed her cheeks. Her eyelids. Kissing away the tears. After what she’d experienced she couldn’t imagine wanting more, but the minute his lips touched hers a wave of volcanic desire flooded over her. That need again, deep inside. For Gabe to fill her. She reached between them. Grasped him through his underwear. Stroked her hand up and down.
‘Can I feel you?’
‘Yes,’ he said with a hiss. Sharp and pained. She reached beyond the band of his briefs, to the hot, hard skin. Marvelling at the silkiness of it. She needed to look, pushing the duvet back. Pulling his underwear down to watch what she was doing to him. Her hand moving. The ruddiness of him. A silvery bead of fluid forming at the tip. She craved to give him the same pleasure that he wrought from her. Lena looked up at Gabe’s face. His eyes closed. Mouth part open. Breathing hard as if he couldn’t get enough air.
As if he knew she watched him, Gabe opened his eyes, the intensity of desire in his normally cool gaze burning through her. This was a man who could have had anyone, and yet right now she literally held him in the palm of her hand.
She’d never felt more powerful, beautiful, wanted, as she did in this moment.
‘I’d die to be inside you.’
‘You don’t have to go that far,’ she said. Sliding her hands from his body and lying back, arching like a cat in the sun.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked. Manoeuvring out of his underwear. Tossing the briefs to the floor.
‘Yes. I’maching.’
His grin in response was pure wickedness. ‘I can fix that for you. Make that pain go away.’
He turned to the side and opened a bedside drawer. Found protection. Rolled it on as she watched, unable to take her eyes from him. Then he was over her, his powerful body pressing her into the bed. She flexed her pelvis, rubbing herself against him. Eyes rolling back as his hardness met her soft, overheated flesh. He reached down between them. Stroked between her legs. She’d thought she’d be too sensitive but with a few gentle touches she was panting and begging for release.
‘I want you. I can’t wait to feel you. You’re so beautiful…’
He kept up the words of encouragement as he notched himself at her centre. Began easing in with shallow thrusts.
